by Mardi Ballou
The prize ceremony went well, if a trifle long. But finally, he could leave. Dominic could scarce hold back his giant relief and satisfaction. Something deep in him resonated with Gwyn Verde, left him confident and assured that she was the woman with whom he could build his dreams of the future. The quivering in his aching balls was a tangible reminder of how they’d been interrupted, and all that waited for him—for both of them.
She was so beautiful, so fresh and original. He’d never met anyone like her. She took his breath away with how she moved and what she said. And the way she responded to him. The way she was drawn to his special collection, her curiosity about all the things he wanted to explore. They were just at the beginning. He had so much more to show her, to learn from her. He just had to get through this damn party first.
* * * * *
Good thing she’d remembered to have him remove her cuffs. Gwyn had limited tolerance for lying in bed alone while she waited for her lover to return. As if. Calling Dominic Laredo her lover didn’t make it so. She knew that no matter how special and unique tonight felt, this would be a one-night stand. She certainly wasn’t going to be fool enough to read any more into it than that.
Dominic had left the cuffs open on the night table. Now she picked them up and ran her fingers over the cooling metal. She wondered idly about the past uses Dominic had put them to. One thing she could be sure of, Dominic hadn’t lived like a monk, just waiting for her. And he was too smooth to be a novice at using the cuffs or bringing a woman to a shuddering orgasm.
Did she have the nerve to explore his quarters by herself? Gwyn debated with herself for about two seconds before realizing she did. After all, hadn’t he invited her to make herself at home? And just for tonight, wasn’t she different than the rest of the time. Her usual rules of behavior were suspended, dangling somewhere over the Pacific. The first cabinet, the one where he kept the hook and the cuffs and what looked like other sets of cuffs, didn’t seem to be locked. Her eye had caught so many different items she was curious about before. And then there was the other whole cabinet he hadn’t even opened…
Acutely aware of her nudity, she slipped out of bed. She did not want to put the Tinkerbell outfit on again, but was way too warm to drape herself in her black silk cape. She never just walked around naked at home, and certainly hadn’t when she was growing up in Aunt Nora’s house. But here, being naked seemed totally reasonable. Walking in the buff felt…great, natural. Like she was a woman of power, free, unfettered.
Bucking up her resolve, she opened the cabinet “her” cuffs had been in. The door moved smoothly when she tugged lightly on the porcelain knob. The metal hook was back in its place. Gwyn saw the empty spot her cuffs had been hanging on. Should she put them back? Would Dominic resent her entering his domain? From what she could see, Dominic appeared to like having his things placed precisely and methodically.
Dominic had lots of sets of cuffs—some similar to the ones she’d worn, others that looked more suitable for legs than arms. From the shining condition of each set, she could see he took very good care of his things.
She picked up a set of the leg irons and ran her fingers along their edges, careful not to smudge the gleaming metal. She wondered what it would feel like to make love with her ankles secured, her legs spread wide, her arms bound. And then she pictured Dominic attached to his bed with his own irons while she rode his amazing erection, moving all the ways she needed and wanted to… The heat in the pit of her stomach caused her clit to throb with need and hunger, made her wish he were here right now with her, so she could try out these poses with him. On second thought, a wave of shyness flashed through her—and she wondered if she’d really have the cojones to try. Then she laughed. Dominic certainly had awesome cojones—probably more than enough for both of them.
She put the leg irons back, planning how she’d surprise him when she whispered her desires to him later in the dark. She closed the door without having replaced “her” cuffs. Maybe they’d be put to use again tonight.
Gwyn couldn’t stop wondering what Dominic kept hidden in his other cabinet. She licked her lips in anticipation. Did the second cabinet house even more exotic implements and toys than the first? Or maybe all it contained were his regular business clothes. Would that be a hoot? But why would he keep his wardrobe hidden away? The curiosity was killing her.
Gwyn reached for the porcelain knobs—and found these doors were much harder to open. After tugging for several seconds, she realized whatever Dominic kept here was probably far too personal for her to know about yet, hence the locks. Which made her all the hungrier to find out. What secrets could he have hidden away there? She already felt she’d learned so much about him. What deep, dark secrets did he choose to keep locked away from prying eyes—like hers?
* * * * *
Dominic doffed his captain’s tricorne and grinned wickedly as he watched Gwyn wrestle with his cabinet door. Each time she gave it a good tug, her delicious ass bounced with her effort, resonating in his cock—immediately rock hard for her. He once again locked his cabin door.
Voyeurism having its distinct limits, Dominic chose to announce his presence before Gwyn figured out how to open the cabinet doors herself. “Would you like to see what’s in there?” he murmured softly.
Gwyn, clearly surprised that he’d come back, gasped, let go of the knobs, and flew backward to the bed—where she fell back, her legs forming a sensuous V. She sat up and sputtered, “You snuck up on me.”
He shrugged lazily, stifling a chuckle. “I made as much noise as I could. But you were very focused on your task.”
“Busted,” she said. Then she blushed. “I’m sorry, Dominic. I didn’t mean to intrude.”
Still struggling not to laugh, he strode over to the bed and sat down next to her. “I have to admit I’d be disappointed if you weren’t at least a little curious…”
“Then I guess you’re not going to be disappointed,” she admitted. “I’m more than a little curious…”
He cupped her lovely chin in his hand and looked deep in her eyes. “And your curiosity will be satisfied. Along with all your other needs. But, first things first. We left some unfinished business,” he said, drawing her to him.
* * * * *
She held herself back from his embrace for a moment, though she didn’t want to. Once she melted into his arms, she knew all thought processes would come to a screeching halt. And she needed some information. “Is the costume party over?”
He raised an eyebrow. “As far as I’m concerned, the one out there is. But the one in here is just starting.”
“Has Pete gone home?” she asked, wanting to see if she really was on her own with him now.
Dominic shrugged. “If he hasn’t, he will soon. I’ve awarded the prizes. And I again assured him I’d see you safely home.”
“Was he okay with that?” Gwyn asked, not altogether sure how she felt about Pete’s easy acceptance of another man taking her home.
Dominic nodded. “He didn’t ask many more questions. Such as exactly when I’d see you home.” He drew her to him, and this time she didn’t resist. “Too much talking,” he whispered.
Finally, Dominic took her lips in a kiss that started gently and deepened in intensity in just moments, and any last resistance she felt dissipated. He stroked her face with his fingertips as his tongue probed deep into her eager mouth.
Now she wanted things to move more quickly She pulled back from him and looked him up and down. “Too many clothes,” she said. “You’re wearing far too many clothes. Get naked like me.”
“Of course,” he said. “Help me.” Licking her lips, Gwyn put her hands to work. Dominic had an amazing number of devices closing his costume. Eagerly, she unbuttoned and unhooked and unzipped, her fingers brushing his. As she worked, she stole glances at him, admired his powerful body as he revealed more and more of it to her. Dominic had the hard body of an athlete—not what she’d have imagined for a billionaire entrepreneur with a desk
job. When they’d both managed to get him out of his black silk boxers, he stood before her for a moment, displaying his throbbing erection, which was finally set to find its intended and desired target.
* * * * *
She looked at him from under hooded lids, and he could feel her preparing to welcome him into her. “I want you here. In the bed. With me. Now.”
As he wanted exactly what she demanded, he stretched himself out next to her and took her in his arms. For this time, no cuffs, no irons, no toys. Just him and her. They could play with the toys more later, but for now, he wanted it to be just the two of them.
He nuzzled her neck and nearly jumped out of the bed when she grabbed his cock and began to stroke him.
He knew he couldn’t hold out too long, and for this time, he didn’t want to come in her hand.
“Foreplay,” he moaned. “You keep doing that, and there won’t be any.”
“We already had foreplay,” she said, her voice husky and the musk of her desire scenting the air. “I want you now, deep inside me.”
He rolled onto her, wedging his thigh between her legs. Panting now, she began to ride his thigh, drenching his tight muscles with her hot moisture. He savored the wetness of her cunt, which reached to him with a welcome of heart-hammering proportion. He wanted to be in her so much, he gritted his teeth to keep from screaming. With his last shred of discipline, he reached for a foil packet in the drawer of his night table and drew out a condom.
She was wriggling, twitching with her need. “I want you, Dominic,” she hissed, clutching his ass with fingers of steel.
He swallowed hard, then held up the condom. “Do you want me to put it on, or do you want to?”
“You,” she moaned. “You put it on. Hurry.” She sped up her ride, tightening her thighs around his.
He lifted himself from her taut embrace and fit the condom over his straining shaft. Then, shuddering on the verge of explosion, he positioned the tip of his penis at the mouth of her pussy and willed himself to move into her slowly. He wouldn’t come before she did. He wouldn’t come before she did… She wrapped her legs around him and pulled him to her. He thrust himself deep into her and she moaned his name, running her hands up and down his back.
“Dominic,” she groaned, stretching his name to five syllables.
Nearly reeling with pleasure, he forced himself to move slowly and deliberately in her.
She bucked up her hips to meet him, pulling him into her tighter. He kissed her beautiful face, the moisture of his tongue sizzling at the contact with her hot skin.
Her hands gripped his ass, her fingernails digging into him. She sped up her dance, taking in his length faster, harder, deeper. “Let’s slow this down,” he whispered.
“Let’s not,” she whispered back, nipping his lips with her teeth.
He quivered at the edge of his release, wanting to let go and yet determined to bring her to her pleasure before he would take the plunge to his own satisfaction.
As her movements and her breathing accelerated, Dominic knew she was beginning to come. This was too much for him to bear. He knew he was going to explode into her like a firecracker. “There,” she moaned when he’d caressed the most special place deep in her. “Oh, there. Like that. Dominic, ahh…” She screamed his name as the pulses of her come pulled him deeper and tighter into her dark core.
And then he knew he couldn’t wait a moment longer. An orgasm so deep and oh-so-necessary rocked him to his very essence. His pent-up semen flew out as if he’d been waiting for years to finally get laid. He came and came and came, emptying himself completely into her.
Drained and shaking from the power of his climax, he collapsed onto her in a sweaty, exhausted heap. “Gwyn,” he sighed when he’d regained the power of speech. “Oh, Gwyn. Stay here with me. Be here with me.” Usually he found the moments after orgasm the loneliest, but not with her.
She kissed him. “I’m here,” she said. “I’m here now.”
Sure he had to be crushing her with his weight, he carefully rolled off her, making sure he kept the condom in place. Lying next to her, he slowly pulled it off and tossed it into the wastebasket on the side of the bed. Then he took a handkerchief of black silk from his night table and wiped the love juices from her, then from himself.
“Oh God, Dominic. That was so amazing,” Gwyn murmured, “I’m almost ready to start again.”
“Give me a minute,” Dominic said nuzzling her, knowing it wouldn’t take much at all to get him hard again. He wondered if he’d ever be able to get enough of this beautiful, passionate woman.
* * * * *
Nature, so to speak, called. Gwyn slipped out of bed to use the bathroom. Did they call it a head on a yacht, she wondered. Then she chuckled to herself thinking about when Dominic had given her head. She didn’t want to stay out of the bed too long. She wanted every possible moment with this man this night. Not to mention that she fully intended to see what he kept in that second cabinet before his ship sailed out of her life.
But when she stepped into his bathroom, Gwyn caught her breath. This was no simple utilitarian facility. Dominic had created an ornate luxurious room, which included a state-of-the-art bidet and a huge antique footed tub. After she’d relieved herself and used the bidet, Gwyn ran her fingers over the tub, its golden knobs. Suddenly she wanted to take a bath here—to soak in the white porcelain expanse with Dominic’s arms around her. She could picture them both submerged deep in the bubbles, washing each other’s bodies and getting acquainted with all the hidden nooks and crannies…
When Gwyn came back out of the bathroom, Dominic was stretched out in the bed, his nude body spread eagle on top of the sheets. Even now, his cock rose in a semi-arousal she suspected would be very easy to advance to full bloom. But first, she really wanted to experience a luxurious bath with him.
“Where’ve you been?” he asked lazily.
“Checking out your amazing tub,” she said, slipping onto the bed next to him. “You could fit three of my tubs in it.” She thought for a moment. “Dominic, I’d sure like to take a bath in it. Would that be okay?” She wanted more than that, but she’d start by saying what she wanted for herself. With any luck, he’d join her. Or maybe she’d have to continue asking for what she wanted.
“A bath? Sounds great.” He got out of the bed. “Ever have anyone draw a bath for you, fair Tinkerbell?”, he asked, half bowing.
She pondered for a moment. “I don’t think I have. Thank you, kind Captain Hook,” she said.
He raised an eyebrow. “ Kind Captain Hook?” he asked, sounding blustery. “Let’s not let that get around.”
“It’s our secret,” she whispered.
He cleared his throat. “While I’m getting the water just right, why don’t you look in the cabinet under the sink? I have some bubble stuff and soaps. Select whatever you want.”
“Okay.”
She went back to the bathroom and opened the cabinet door. Saying he had some bubble stuff and soaps was as big an understatement as saying they were on a simple boat. When she took in all he had, Gwyn’s eyes opened in surprise, though she should already have known Dominic would cover all bases. She’d seen bath stores with less varied and interesting inventory. For a brief moment, she wondered at the changing population of females who’d inspired Dominic to have all this stuff available—for surely the soaps and bubble baths, the skin gels and shampoos in all flavors of fruit and flowers, were not there for the use of this masculine man.
But Gwyn knew she had no right to question him about whom the intended users were. After all, she’d come to Dominic’s party with another man—and he was certainly not the first in her life.
Biting back her curiosity, Gwyn decided on lavender bubbles. Yummy as the scent was, she didn’t think it was too feminine for a bath she hoped to share with Dominic. Anyway, he’d invited her to choose whatever she wanted.
Dominic was standing by the tub when she went over to it. The water—just hot enough and in
viting—was streaming into the tub. “Found something you like?” he asked.
Gwyn handed him the bottle of bubble bath and a circle of hand-milled French lavender soap. He sniffed appreciatively. “I’d better put my hair up again,” she said.
“There are some clips and pins in that cabinet.”
Talk about equipped. Was there anything this guy didn’t have at his fingertips? He went to the cabinet and came back with the a handful of clips that would do the trick. “Want me to help you?” he asked.
She nodded and turned her back to him. Within moments he’d deftly put up her hair, his hands strong and competent. She chuckled to herself thinking he’d have been a great hairdresser, wondered what he’d think if she said so. And then her thought processes disintegrated when he kissed the back of her neck. The water flowed into the tub soothingly, sending up wispy streamers of warmth.
Dominic rose, though she wished he’d stay where he was—even if the tub overflowed. “About that bath. Why don’t you get the bubbles going? I’ve got towels warming,” he said, indicating thick white terry draped over a large heating rack. “I need to get something else. I’ll be right back.”
Gwyn, wondering what in the world he’d be bringing back with him, watched him go. His butt reminded her of some statue she’d seen in an art book. One of the mythic heroes in Rome or Athens or one of the other places she’d always dreamed of going to.
Dominic returned quickly with a tray containing a bottle of champagne, two flutes, a platter of large fat strawberries, and dark elegant chocolates. “I realized you never got dessert—or much of anything else to eat,” he said. “You must be starving.”
